Saturdays were my day to chill. I
walked the half block to East Pine Park to hang out. There was a huge
fountain and outdoor pavilion for weddings, parties and all sorts of
events. It was my place to people watch. It was my haven. Until it
was invaded by the cheer twins, Alicia and Brooke.

There
they were swinging on my swings. What
the hell am I going to do now?
Of course I never was one to back down from a fight or turn away from
conflict. I usually stirred it up. So I approached the problem head
on.

“Hey,” I said, walking up to
them and falling down into an open swing.

“Me, no.” She grabbed her chest
and chuckled. “I’m just taking easy courses to keep my gpa up and
stay on the cheer squad.”

“Right. Well. Good luck with
that.” I pumped my legs harder, propelling myself higher up in the
swing. I thought if I ignored them, they would find someplace else to
go.

The two went back to their
giggling. They stuck around, but had obviously already lost interest
in the novelty of seeing an ordinary coed out in public. The tone of
their laughter was so annoying, it scratched at my ears and I wanted
to claw them off. I had to stop them.

I
hopped out of the swing, sticking the landing on my feet. Pretty
impressive. I
thought, even in front of the cheerleading duo. They even offered
applause. I bowed and asked, “So you two practicing around here?”

Of
course. I knew how long that took. I wasn’t getting these perky
bitches out of here any time soon.
Shit.
I turned on my heels to leave. That’s when my dad’s text came in.

Dad: Monica, where are you?

Dad: Not the park. I hope.

Monica: You guessed right. Be home
in sixty.

Dad: Stay where you are.

“What’s his deal?” I turned
to the two giggly bitches and flashed my phone. “Gotta go.”

“Whatever.” They shrugged.

As if they had better plans. I made
my way to the merry go round to wait on dad. When he stormed up he
caught the attention of the cheerleaders.

“Mmmm,” Alicia moaned,
gathering her dress in bunches.

My dad in his early sixties had
sexy salt and pepper hair and a strong jaw. The perfect type for any
college coed’s daddy fetish.

“Do you know this drink of
water?” Brooke moaned, taking a step toward him. Her panties were
dripping for dad.

And the distinguished hottie was
all mine. “Daddy!” I squealed, flinging my arms around his neck.
Both of their mouths dropped open.

“Introduce us,” Alicia gushed.

Not
on your life.
I thought, jealously holding back a sudden fire of lust smoldering
between my thighs.

“Call me Graham.” He offered
his hand. When they took it, he brought them one by one to his lips
and kissed.

Get
off him. I
fumed, creaming my panties. What’s
happening to me?
I was both enraged and dying to get screwed, but I had to contain
myself.

“Daddy, these are my classmates.”
I flashed a big smile and squeezed my dad’s arm. “They’re here
for a wedding.”

“So am I,” he growled in my
ear. “The bitch of a bride is my ex.”

“Lydia?”
I’d forgotten about her. Dad was banging her every night up until a
few months ago. Ever since she walked away he’d been prowling the
house, horny to find a fresh pussy to fuck. Here I was introducing
him to two willing victims. Not
on my watch. If anyone’s getting revenge fucked, it’s going to be
me!

“Oh, you need to talk to me in
the car.” I pinched dad’s ass, hoping he’d get the hint and
take me away to be alone.

I know both Alicia and Brooke saw
the firm grip he had on my ass as we walked away. I didn’t care.
Screw those sluts. “What a piece of work, Lydia is.” I said extra
loud. “Marrying that jerk off on the rebound. You should find a
slut and fuck her hard tonight.”